Monday, February 1, 2016

Twenty Nine

though arbitrary
are mounted with meaning
lasts, firsts, and in-betweens,
all shrouded in symbolism
the last year of my second decade
means nothing and so much all at once
a decade ago
life was different
a decade from now
it shall be so
a privilege to say
I get another day
another moment to call mine
take a breath
and be alive


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